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noelleleithefic2010-06-09 05:27 pm
noelleleithe.livejournal.com) wrote in noelleleithefic2010-06-09 05:27 pm
ATWT: Alone (Noah/other)
Title: Alone
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noelleleithe
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Noah/other
Warnings: Angst, smut, m/m, possibly vaguely dub-con if you squint
Word count: ~460
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: BJ's mouth was too rough, his hands too small, his sounds all wrong.
Author's notes: This grew out of a discussion on Twitter about the hottie who was working at Java when Noah came in to ask about getting his old job back. We named him BJ and decided he should become Noah's new fuckbuddy, andindigo_5 decided that's where Noah was going at the end of the episode, and I challenged her to write it, and she challenged me back, and then others chimed in, and then, well, this happened. Written via Twitter, 140 characters at a time, and then patched back together. Also unbetaed, so you're gettin' it raw. Heh. ;)
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Noah never thought he would've found himself here.
Actually, the list of nevers was pretty damn long, when he thought about it. He was getting blown in the back room at Java, by someone who wasn't Luke, during his fifteen-minute break, by a co-worker who'd been rude to him when he'd come in looking for his old job back.
Right or wrong, he never had been one for doing things halfway.
BJ (Noah didn't remember his last name and had no idea what the initials stood for) was hot, Noah'd give him that. And he knew how to use his tongue. And he hadn't wasted time with false pleasantries. He'd just followed Noah from the front counter, pushed the door shut behind them, and dropped to his knees.
Noah grabbed hold of the doorknob with one hand and fisted the other against his thigh to keep from grabbing BJ's head. He didn't know where this came from or why, but he didn't argue. He'd missed this too damn much. And it wasn't like he owed anyone anything. He was a free agent.
Never mind that all he could do was count the ways this was different from anything he'd done with Luke.
Noah tried to push it away, and his body certainly seemed to be with the program, but his mind wouldn't leave him alone. BJ's mouth was too rough, his hands too small, his sounds all wrong. He didn't know that Noah's most sensitive spot was on the left side right under the ridge, and he didn't know how to touch his balls the way Noah liked.
Noah moaned, more to try to silence the buzzing in his head than from pleasure. He could feel his climax building, and he wanted it so, so much. Need to come to something other than his own right hand.
But he didn't want to come in BJ's mouth.
He held off as long as he could, waiting until orgasm was inevitable, before pushing BJ's head away and turning just far enough to shoot onto the floor. BJ made a noise that might have been protest, but Noah didn't care. He groaned as he came, then again as BJ grabbed his dick and stroked him hard, milking out the last of what he had to give.
Noah leaned heavily against the door, breathing hard, eyes pressed shut, mind spinning. He had no idea if BJ expected the same from him, but then, he hadn't asked for this in the first place.
"Five minutes left, Mayer," BJ finally said, pushing him out of the way and opening the door. "Get yourself together."
Slowly, Noah refastened his pants, cleaned up the floor with a stack of napkins, and walked back out into his new life.
Alone.
Author:
noelleleitheRating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Noah/other
Warnings: Angst, smut, m/m, possibly vaguely dub-con if you squint
Word count: ~460
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: BJ's mouth was too rough, his hands too small, his sounds all wrong.
Author's notes: This grew out of a discussion on Twitter about the hottie who was working at Java when Noah came in to ask about getting his old job back. We named him BJ and decided he should become Noah's new fuckbuddy, and
indigo_5 decided that's where Noah was going at the end of the episode, and I challenged her to write it, and she challenged me back, and then others chimed in, and then, well, this happened. Written via Twitter, 140 characters at a time, and then patched back together. Also unbetaed, so you're gettin' it raw. Heh. ;)~~~~
Noah never thought he would've found himself here.
Actually, the list of nevers was pretty damn long, when he thought about it. He was getting blown in the back room at Java, by someone who wasn't Luke, during his fifteen-minute break, by a co-worker who'd been rude to him when he'd come in looking for his old job back.
Right or wrong, he never had been one for doing things halfway.
BJ (Noah didn't remember his last name and had no idea what the initials stood for) was hot, Noah'd give him that. And he knew how to use his tongue. And he hadn't wasted time with false pleasantries. He'd just followed Noah from the front counter, pushed the door shut behind them, and dropped to his knees.
Noah grabbed hold of the doorknob with one hand and fisted the other against his thigh to keep from grabbing BJ's head. He didn't know where this came from or why, but he didn't argue. He'd missed this too damn much. And it wasn't like he owed anyone anything. He was a free agent.
Never mind that all he could do was count the ways this was different from anything he'd done with Luke.
Noah tried to push it away, and his body certainly seemed to be with the program, but his mind wouldn't leave him alone. BJ's mouth was too rough, his hands too small, his sounds all wrong. He didn't know that Noah's most sensitive spot was on the left side right under the ridge, and he didn't know how to touch his balls the way Noah liked.
Noah moaned, more to try to silence the buzzing in his head than from pleasure. He could feel his climax building, and he wanted it so, so much. Need to come to something other than his own right hand.
But he didn't want to come in BJ's mouth.
He held off as long as he could, waiting until orgasm was inevitable, before pushing BJ's head away and turning just far enough to shoot onto the floor. BJ made a noise that might have been protest, but Noah didn't care. He groaned as he came, then again as BJ grabbed his dick and stroked him hard, milking out the last of what he had to give.
Noah leaned heavily against the door, breathing hard, eyes pressed shut, mind spinning. He had no idea if BJ expected the same from him, but then, he hadn't asked for this in the first place.
"Five minutes left, Mayer," BJ finally said, pushing him out of the way and opening the door. "Get yourself together."
Slowly, Noah refastened his pants, cleaned up the floor with a stack of napkins, and walked back out into his new life.
Alone.